Thanks for Sticking Around

I stumble in the search

I’ve broken too many bones to count

Yet I found you there waiting

You never left me, you were sitting

Patiently waiting, seeing the pain in my eyes

Knowing every wound stitches us closer.  My

lips, wind scorched, quaking with words

but lungs failing to produce a rhythm,

the earnest silence screaming more than a

syllable could muster, and you understood.

You didn’t revive me, you breathed new life

into a damaged machine, you awoke a

dormant volcano, yet

I could of sworn I saw you sitting there

all along.


Photos taken by aflorin8, enjoy.


About aflorin8

Simply a friend, biologist, photographer, avid reader, volleyball nut, humanitarian, and man.

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